This is a similar story to ''The greatest slut= in that it takes place in another world, and the main character is enslaved. This time we have a male mc and he is much more reluctant at first. If that isn't your cup of tea, then I suggest you stop reading now. All the dominants will be female so no male on male action I'm afraid, but plenty of butt stuff. As always, all the characters participating in any sexual act are 18 years or older. I hope you enjoy the story :)
My name is Magnus, and I had never been one of the popular kids growing up, but I was fine with that. Being surrounded by people who were never truly friends but stuck around for money or clout or for whatever they thought they could get out of you seemed exhausting. Or that was what I told myself to feel better. I had never been what you called an extrovert, preferring to stay home playing video games on the weekends rather than going out.
This had, in many ways, stunted my social skills, and my increasingly sedentary lifestyle made me gain a lot of weight. Sure there were online games, but big crowds of real people had always made me freeze up. I had only myself to blame, sports were never my thing, and the idea of exercise made me shudder. I had tried going to the gym a couple of times, but the people there made me quit. They weren't mean or anything, but everyone there was an adonis or amazon, and I was a flabby teenager. I just couldn't shake the feeling that they were laughing at me behind my back, no matter how many times my friends or I told me otherwise. Yes, despite my social anxiety, I had managed to wrack up a few good friends gained through the internet or in early childhood.
My increased weight only exacerbated the problem, and I increasingly stayed home to avoid going outside. The idea of a girlfriend was entirely off the table. The thought that someone could actually want me was a bit absurd. Well on my way to obesity, in my mid-twenties, with a low-paying job, the only benefit being that I could work from home, and, of course, I was a virgin.
Pathetic, I know, but we haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. I was currently locked up in my room, masturbating furiously, the light from my computer monitor the only source of illumination as I stared at it intensely. I pumped my below-average cock furiously as I watched the video play out on the screen. It was of a man and a woman, a slave and his Mistress. She had him bent over in her lap and was currently in the process of spanking his ass red with an oversized paddle.
Regular porn had long since lost its appeal to me, and now the only thing that could excite me was the overly kinky stuff. The ones who aroused me the most were more often than not where the woman held the reins. I knew very well that once I had cum, and my brain got back what little blood supply had been diverted to my cock, that I would be furiously closing the numerous tabs I had open in shame. And spending some time meticulously sweeping my browser history. Yet I also knew that I would be coming back to those videos, excitedly pumping my little pecker as a dominant woman worked over some lucky guy that wasn't me.
"You'll do nicely," a feminine voice said from behind me, and I jerked, hurrying to cover my monitor. I was so afraid of someone seeing what I was watching that I didn't register that someone must have broken into my apartment. The realization hit a moment later as I turned the screen off, plunging the room into darkness.
"Who's there?" I asked, startled, as I rose from my chair to fumble for the light switch. My pants were still unbuttoned, and as I stood up, they fell to the floor, tangling up my legs. I stumbled and fell, but I managed to get my hands under me before my face hit the floor. Tinkling laughter rang out and echoed as I pulled my pants up and buttoned them as if we were in some cathedral and not my dingy room.
"Aw, don't put it away," the voice said in an overly sweet way. "It was so cute."
"I'm warning you," I said into the darkness as I made my way to the light switch by feeling more than anything. "If you don't get out of here, I'm calling the cops." More laughter rang out from all around me as I made it to the wall and turned on the lights. They were so bright that I had to cover my eyes for a second. That's what I got for keeping to my room all day.
When I was able to open my eyes again, what greeted me was not my room, but instead, I was standing in a wide-open space. It was brightly lit, with white fog all around me, rolling in from behind and past my feet. Standing before me in the moving cloud was a woman. She had long blond hair cascading freely down past her ass, with fierce blue eyes that pinned me in place from a distance. Much of her figure was obscured by a loose-fitting silk robe tied together at her waist. It was open at her chest, exposing a deep valley of pale cleavage, with two little peeks poking out on either side under her robe denoting hard nipples.
"Like what you see?" The woman said and shook her chest at me, making her breasts jiggle enticingly. She giggled when I blushed and hurriedly looked away from her.
"I wasn't," I began as I shook my head. "I wasn't looking," I continued lamely but sighed as I realized the futility of it. She had clearly seen me. "Where am I?" I asked instead as I looked around at the endless expanse all around me. This must have been a dream or something. Had I hit my head when I fell? Or was I simply asleep in front of my computer?
"No need to worry about that, darling," the woman smirked as she sashayed towards me. "All you need to know is that you are mine," my heart raced at the idea, nervous energy flowing through my body as my already hard cock surged. Oh man, this was a real nice dream my brain had come up with for me. I was finally one of those lucky guys in the videos, a shame it was only a dream.
The woman came to a stop mere inches from colliding with me. A full head taller than me, she stared down imperiously and smirked as I struggled to keep my eyes from leaving her face to travel down to stare at her breasts, nearly touching my chin.
"I don't mind you looking. I will be doing the same shortly, after all. A slave needs to get to know their Mistress and vice versa. Especially at a first meeting," the woman said kindly, and my eyes traveled down to helplessly take in her magnificent cleavage now that I had permission. "Now strip," she ordered sternly, her face turning hard. I hurried to obey, her commanding tone sending a shiver up my spine and making my cock twitch.
"What a good slave you are," the woman exclaimed in delight, jumping on the spot and clapping her hands together. "Keep this up, and you'll earn a reward before we're through," she walked back and watched as I stepped out of my baggy pants and threw the oversized shirt over my head. I hesitated when I got to my underwear, embarrassed. But this was a dream, no one was going to see or find out, except for my imaginary Mistress.
"There's the little penis you were furiously jerking before. There'll be no more of that, I'm afraid, unless I permit you," the woman instructed. "Oh, it's so cute, all nice and hard for me," she practically squealed and rushed towards me. She pressed herself into my naked side, breasts perfectly aligned with my head. Her hand cupped my cock and balls, weighing them like a package while she pushed my head into her chest, letting me rest it against her breasts.
